Chapter 485 Sarah: Oliver, I Will Not Let You Down!
After just two hours of sleep, Sarah rose from bed.
As usual, she helped Jacob and Nicole get dressed. While putting on her clothes, Nicole missed her father and nestled against her mother's shoulder, her voice soft with childish longing, "I miss Daddy."
Sarah felt a lump in her throat.
She gently comforted her little one, "Daddy's away on business, sweetheart. He misses you too."
Jacob, more perceptive now, hesitated before asking, "When is Daddy coming home?"
Sarah froze momentarily.
Recovering, she stroked Jacob's hair, her voice slightly choked, "Before the holidays! Jacob, your father will definitely be back before New Year's."
Jacob didn't press further.
Later, alone in his room, he wiped away tears in secret. From the doorway, Sarah watched for a long while before finally entering.
Seeing her, Jacob turned away defiantly.
"He's not coming back, is he?" the boy asked. "Is he dead?"
Usually so strong-willed, the little boy now had tears streaming down his face like broken pearls. Finally giving up on wiping them away, Jacob cried harder than he ever had, "He's not coming back, is he?"
Sarah's eyes welled with tears.
After careful consideration, she told Jacob a partial truth, "You daddy was taken into custody for protecting us. He's not a bad person—he's Mommy's hero. Jacob, I'm going to bring him home for New Year's."
Jacob felt somewhat relieved.
His bright eyes swimming with tears, he asked, "Really?"
Sarah's voice broke, "Really. Jacob, I need to go to Harmony City for a few days, maybe a week. I'm taking you and Nicole to your aunt's house. Be good for her and look after your sister. Can you do that?"
Jacob didn't speak, just held his mother tightly.
Winter morning, frost everywhere.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the kitchen. Sarah stood at the counter, focused on preparing pasta.
Her expression was serene, but tears glistened in her eyes.
Before leaving Evergreen City, she was making Oliver's favorite pasta dish, arranging for it to be delivered to him.
At nine in the morning, a steaming bowl of pasta was delivered to the detention center.
In his narrow cell, Oliver leaned against the simple wooden board. His wounds were healing—a doctor had treated them last night, easing much of the pain. Still, after more than two weeks, he had lost over twenty pounds.
A voice called from the door, "Number 64, breakfast!"
Oliver paid little attention.
Then, a familiar aroma drifted over—the unmistakable scent of green onions and a hint of sesame oil. He froze. He would know that fragrance anywhere—this was Sarah's cooking.
Oliver immediately rose, wincing as the sudden movement pulled at his wounds. Ignoring the pain, he accepted the steaming bowl of pasta through the small window.
Though not served in their fine china from home, the taste was exactly as he remembered.
Oliver's hands trembled as he cradled the bowl. He breathed in the familiar aroma, letting it fill his senses before tasting it slowly, cherishing each bite. Warm tears slid down his cheeks, falling silently into the bowl.
Imprisoned as he was, this simple pasta transported him back to their wedding night, when he and Sarah had promised to spend their lives together.
The guard at the door had been well compensated.
He knew Oliver wouldn't die here—his wife was working to get him released. From the determination in Mrs. Windsor's eyes, it was clear she would empty their accounts if necessary to secure his freedom.
The man cleared his throat, "Mr. Windsor, I apologize for before. We have no personal quarrel—I was just following orders."
Oliver continued eating his pasta.
"I understand," he replied evenly, "every debt is owed to someone."
Relieved, the guard offered Oliver an extra tube of ointment for his injuries, chatting idly.Oliver's longing for Sarah ran deep. He found himself wondering whether she was somewhere out there, wiping away tears every day, heartbroken over his hardships.
At two in the afternoon, Sarah dropped Jacob and Nicole off at Henry's house.
She told Grace she was going to Harmony City.
Grace objected, offering to go in her place.
"Henry is already working on this! Sarah, going to Harmony City alone is too dangerous. Oliver wouldn't want you taking this risk."
Sarah replied simply, "This is what Oliver wants too."
Grace persisted.
Looking at her children in the distance, Sarah spoke softly, "If I don't return within a week, I probably won't be coming back, and Oliver won't be released either. If that happens, please handle the Windsor Group's financial matters. Also, please submit these two files."
She placed two folders gently on the coffee table.
Grace was stunned when she opened them.
She was shocked by both Oliver's audacity and Sarah's fearlessness. She remembered the once-innocent Sarah, never imagining she could conceive such ruthless plans.
If she and Oliver failed, she wanted Matthew and Octavius to fall with them.
The Moore family would be destroyed.
While Grace was still processing this, Sarah stepped back, tears in her eyes, "Grace, I'm entrusting our lives to you. If something happens to us... please raise Jacob and Nicole to adulthood."
Grace was deeply moved.
She stepped forward, gripping Sarah's hands tightly, "Don't worry. I'll make sure Jacob and Nicole grow up safe and sound."
Sarah looked once more at her children.
She turned away suddenly, afraid she wouldn't be able to leave if she lingered, terrified of the goodbye.
Downstairs, Zoey was waiting by the car.
For Sarah's journey to Harmony City, only Zoey would accompany her—Oliver's confidante and someone Sarah trusted completely.
Zoey opened the car door, "Mrs. Windsor, the private jet takes off in an hour."
Sarah nodded and slid into the car.
The black sedan slowly pulled away from the Montague Mansion, the ornate iron gates opening and closing behind them. Dozens of black vehicles followed Sarah's car, forming an impressive convoy heading toward the airport.
Oliver had said he was beginning to value his life.
Now Sarah too would fight to survive—she needed to stay alive to free Oliver, to let Jacob see his father again.
At three o'clock sharp, the Windsor Group's private jet took off, heading south.
In the study of the Moore Mansion, Matthew sat quietly, his face expressionless. He asked Aaron beside him, "She's gone to Harmony City. Do you think it will help? With Oliver in custody, do you think Octavius will still take orders from anyone?"
He tossed down a stack of documents.
"Octavius has already betrayed us. What does she hope to accomplish?"
"Young and reckless," Aaron remarked with a faint smile.
Matthew spoke with cold calculation, "When she runs out of options, she'll realize that coming to me is the only way to save Oliver. Aaron, I truly regret she wasn't born a son—she's several times more capable than Nicholas."
He gazed southward.
He was waiting for Sarah to come to her senses and beg him for help, and admit she never should have betrayed the Moore family or sided with Oliver.
He wanted her to offer her bone marrow willingly, fully acknowledging that she belonged to the Moore family, in life and in death.
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